In Silonia at dusk, the bell tower let out a melodious long sound, and the steamers in the harbor on the other side also played their whistles.

On the dock, people are crowded, people are crowded.

The tattered, dusty hired men and the fishy sailors, as well as the richly dressed aristocrats with various coats of arms, collided.

This is a team of nobles who are about to leave by boat, and it happens to collide with a group of hired men and sailors who are leaving the dock.

These low-level people living in Silonia naturally didn't dare to offend the nobles, but the street was so small that the people in the back couldn't see the front, they only knew how to push and shove, and for a while, the two groups of people were in a mess like this.

"It's unlucky. ”

The nobles are not worried, but there is no room for attack, after all, in Silonia, on the bright side, the nobles still need a fig leaf of "civilization".

Even in the final analysis, the law of the jungle is still practiced here.

At that moment, a lady in heavy makeup and rich clothes let out a scream as she felt something touch her hip.

She turned her head and looked at the man with a blank face and was a slap.

The man was a hired man on the dock who did not dare to speak even after being slapped in the face.

On the contrary, it was the flower messengers beside the lady, several young nobles, who immediately surrounded them and began to shush and ask for warmth.

The lady sobbed quietly: "He just stole me. ”

The hired man suddenly realized, and hurriedly raised his hand: "Wronged, noble lords, my hands are covered with dust, if it were me, the noble lady would definitely leave a handprint." ”

"That's you!"

"Who else could it be, if not?"

"Arrest him and send him to the Sheriff's Office, where I have a friend who promises to let him eat in prison for the rest of his life!"

No one listened to his explanation, even if the evidence was conclusive, and the young nobles grabbed him by the collar and punched him.

More and more nobles and their guards crowded in, surrounded the hired man, and began to punch and kick him.

In vain he explained, "I didn't!"

"I really don't!"

But no one believed what he said.

After having to get close to these "inferior people", these noble lords were deeply ashamed, and the anger in their hearts made them desperate to find a punching bag.

As for whether he was wronged?

Who cares.

The hired man held his head and explained in vain, but the vicious words in his ears and the dense drumbeat of his fists and feet made him more and more desperate.

"Why don't you listen to me?"

"Why can a word from a noble lady plunge me into a bottomless abyss?"

The anger in his heart, like a prairie fire, spread rapidly, which made the last shred of his tense reason also break.

His eyes glowed with the luster of a beast, long gray-white hair quickly protruding from his pores, fangs piercing his lips and muscles tearing through his clothes.

In just a few breaths, this living person turned into a hideous werewolf.

Despite the fact that he was still the size of an ordinary person, and among werewolves, he was truly inferior, but this still frightened everyone around who witnessed this scene.

The nobles, with their ornate swords at their waists, desperately retreated.

The lady who hid in the crowd to watch the play, claiming that she had wiped her buttocks, also wanted to leave, but behind her neck, the hot breath had already burned her earlobe.

She heard a hoarse voice and gritted her teeth, "I didn't do it, why did you wronged me?"

"Don't you know that your casual words can ruin my life?"

Immediately, her perspective began to spin.

The bloody head rolled to the ground, and her frightened eyes were still dead in her eyes.

On the docks, similar mutations are still taking place.

In the werewolf manor, the dogs raised by the werewolf subordinates of Chalotra were released by him all over the city during the day.

They attack people, often leaving only the slightest insignificant scar, but the process injects a deadly werewolf curse into their bodies.

And at this moment, it is the time when the curse is concentrated and erupted.

...

In Lothern's cathedral, next to Lady Nasha, stands a brand new statue.

It carried a long black sword and rode a black horse, and was handsome, just like Leon standing in front of the statue.

This is the new faith of the elves of Lotherne, the successor of Lady Nasha, the Red Knight.

The Ranger General Kai'Sa wondered, "Leon, you just said that you want to establish a school for witchers, the kind that specializes in teaching demon hunting?"

Leon shook his head: "Yes, but not only. If it's just knowledge, I can share it with you unconditionally, but the witcher's legacy is more than just knowledge. ”

Anivia spoke, "Before I came back, Leon had already talked to me about the fact that the Demon Hunter's cultivation method is very dangerous, and he needs to carry the evil energy of demons in the form of a mortal. If you've fought demons, you're well aware of the corrosive nature of this energy, and personally, I'm opposed to Leon's founding of the Witcher School in Lotherne. ”

Kai'Sa hesitated slightly, and Anivia followed up and added: "But this is just my personal opinion, as the current head of Lotherne, no matter what decision you make, Leon and I will support it." ”

Leon nodded to Kaisha, "That's right. ”

Kai'Sa thought for a moment and replied, "I agree." ”

Anivia was a little dissatisfied, he felt that Kaisha's decision was too hasty, and said, "You agreed before you knew the witcher?"

Kai'Sa said sincerely, "First of all, I believe in Leon, and secondly, it has been proven in past wars that neither mages nor rangers have an advantage when it comes to fighting demons, and we need an army of witchers who specialize in dealing with demons. ”

Anivia shook her head: "I don't think that the elves who love music, nature, and life can control the power of demons, and this will definitely lead to evil consequences!"

Kai'Sa said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency the Phoenix King, the elves need to be self-reliant, the demons will not retreat because we love music, nature, and life, we need warriors, not artists, luthiers, or bards - I believe that my people will be able to become qualified witchers in this critical moment for the entire race." ”

Beludanti, who had been listening for a long time, finally spoke: "Leon, you haven't told us in detail about what kind of profession a witcher is. ”

Leon said in a deep voice: "To be honest, the witcher is a path that is destined to be dangerous, it may allow you to gain great power, but the final outcome is doomed to be bleak, like carrying the curse of doom, to be honest, I have never heard of a witcher who dies in bed." ”

Beludanti asked, "How strong can you get, can you be as strong as you are the Red Knight?"

"It's hard, but it's not impossible, I'm the second most powerful demon hunter I've ever met—the most powerful is my teacher, who is much more powerful than Lady Nasha, the Lord God who exalts the Kingdom of God and ascends to the Divine Kingdom. ”

It's not that Leon boasts, he has indeed surpassed Chalotra on the path of the witcher.

Even if Chalotra breaks through to the high rank now, it will still be the same, because he is no longer a witcher, but a pure demon.

Unless one day, he can regain his humanity like Dante and retire from a demon to a witcher.

But to be honest, Leon thinks the chances of him being able to do it are slim to none.